Limited currency.

It appears to me that the mind can only juggle so many balls at one time. I once knew so many things that now I can only just recall as an idea. I could quote Keats, Blake, Shakespeare from memory. I could cite Kant and Plato, Descartes, Hooke and Newton. Now, however, it seems that life has forced me to narrow my eyes to the ever constricting path.

I have the ability to warp the very universe with numbers, and explain it all with an intimidating vocabulary, but I give up the things I liked for their simple beauty, as they are not stepping stones on my industrious path, and I don’t have the dexterity required to keep them also in the air.